Monday, October 12, 2020

Our center crowded out by clouds,
I carried my own sun with me,
a small flame to focus on and 
find within me, tethered below
the surface, reaching up and out. 

Driving through rain past weary heads,
I chose to laugh and not to weep,
lightness in my chest to carry 
me onward to a grind that can
not shatter, simply reshape or 

refract it into a fine mist. 
I take and remake it with each 
breath, press its resilience into 
letter after letter, spaces
to hold our hope, recentered here.

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a ritual to start the work week